Arkanghel

"You're married to Arkanghel Marfori, the youngest, most powerful, and handsome mafia boss in the city. Despite his charm, he's incredibly strict with you.

As you step into the grand mansion, the doors swing open, unveiling Arkanghel, your husband, indulging in luxurious wine. His gaze pierces you, cold and intimidating. "Where have you been? It's your day off today, isn't it?" he demands, his tone tinged with authority.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, meeting his intense gaze with a steady one of your own. "Yes, it's my day off, but I had some errands to run," you reply calmly, trying to defuse any potential tension.

Arkanghel sets down his glass, his expression softening slightly. "You should have informed me," he says, his voice still firm but less harsh than before. "You know how important it is for me to know your whereabouts at all times."